Imagines Part 2

#18 Riddler (Gotham)

You fumble through your purse for your keys. When you finally feel the familiar metal, you pull them out, now looking up to find your car in the underground parking lot. You spot your blue Nissan and start heading to it when you hear a strange noise. A noise you've never heard in real life before, only on T.V. It was the sound of a person choking, gurgling, and struggling to breath all mixed into one nightmare inducing sound.

Now instead of doing what you have told yourself you would have done in a situation like this, you do quite the opposite. As if without thinking at all you find yourself walking towards the sound.

What you found shook your entire body with a wave of fear. In between two cars was a old man, collapsed to the ground and covered in blood. He was holding his hands to his severed throat.

You raced to him, determined to help him in any way you could. When you reached the man you knelled down beside him, unsure how to help. He looked up at you, his dying eyes staring into yours. He smiled slightly then closed his eyes.

Your heart felt as though it had been ripped from you chest and in it's place was a block of cement. The only thing that went through your head was the word 'no.' But your thoughts were interrupted by a voice.

"Do you like riddles?"

You jump up to find a man standing tall above you, cleaning a blood covered knife with a white cloth. He's wearing glasses and a green sweater vest.

"What?" You ask, not really comprehending what had just happened.

He smiles at you, dropping the cloth but still holding the knife in his hands. Chills are sent racing down your spine.

"Some try to hide, some try to cheat, but time will show we will always meet." He laughs slightly at himself before continuing. "Try as you might to guess my name, but I am sure you'll know when it's you I claim..."

He laughed again but this time he wasn't trying to hold it back. It burst out of him and consumed everything, making it almost impossible to think. You try hard to think of the answer when suddenly, it comes to you.

"Death?" You whisper, your voice shaking more than you wanted it to. You wondered if he even heard you, but by the expression on his face you could tell that he did.

"You're smarter than most, or at least, you're better under preasure."

He seemed to be thinking of something when he was interupted by another voice.

"Would you just kill the girl already?" A man who you hadn't seen before steps into the scene unfolding in front of you. He walks funny and he's wearing a black suit.

Your eyes widen, the thought of him killing you had already crossed your mind but to hear it said allowed made you beguin to panic.

"I'm not so sure about this one." The man with the knife replied. "I kinda like it."

"Fine. You can keep her." The other man says, rolling his eyes.

He smiles and steps closer to you. Your instincts force you to take a step back. He almost looks offended by it.

"Hey, I saved your life. Now you've got to be nice."

"You were going to kill me." You say, taking another step back.

"Aw see, but I didn't." He swiftly leans forward and grabbs your arm, pulling you against his body. "And now you owe me... I'm Edward Nygma, what's your name?"